Who am I? Who I am.

When you define yourself by your relationships to other people and to your job or your possessions, it sets you up for failure.  If the relationship alters, if the job alters, if what you owned is no longer yours or no longer matters to you, then how you see yourself has to change, too.

I am no longer a wife.
I am no longer a full time mother.

I could go on.

So much has changed for me; about me.

I need to define who I am in terms of me.  Not in terms of anyone or anything else.

I don't know what happens next.  I don't know where I am going from here.

I get to figure that out.  While I am doing that, I get to figure out me.

It's terrifying.  It's also something I need to do and should have done already.

It's there.  I am capable of seeing it, I just need to look.  Who I am is not complicated.  I don't need to make it that way.  I don't need to bury it deep.  I can take me out and own ME, and love me and realize that not showing all of me to everyone doesn't mean I have to hide the pieces all over the place for fear of exposing the whole.

I can be loved, I know this is true.  I am loved.  I am worth loving.

Who I am is worth loving.

It's a good start.

I am worth loving.  I can be loved.  It's terrifying; it's wonderful; it's something I need to respect.

It's something I believe.  I am letting this be true.